Like the Christmases of our childhood, June 1st looms large on our calendar as the most magical of days. Our plan for that first evening is to have a picnic supper in what will eventually be our new kitchen. We are counting on the fact that the kids will doubtfully be able to stay still for very long. And with any luck within a very short time their squeals of delight as they chase each other around the empty rooms will fill the air, giving notice to those old walls that The Tall House is finally ours. All ours.
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